Amy's Fantasy by RLM
Steve:
I was waiting patiently in the den for my wife. As usual, Amy
was late. I wouldn't have minded waiting at all if I had thought
there was the slightest possibility that she was late because she
was busy putting on her makeup and the new dress I had bought for
her several weeks before.
However, I knew with as close to certainty as possible that there
was zippo chance of that.
I had tried every thing during the last few years Amy to spark
her sexual libido, but without success. I had recognized this
problem while we were dating, but had hoped to be able to change
things. "After all," I had thought, "everyone has sexual
fantasies that excite them. All I have to do is find the ones
that really enflame Amy's desire." But after many years of
failed efforts, I had just about given up. If my wife had any
fantasies, she kept them a carefully guarded secret.
It was another 15 minutes before Amy made her appearance...
without makeup, as usual... and wearing jeans and a baggy
sweatshirt, again, as usual. It was more than I could stand.
"What took you so long? It seems to me that pulling on a pair
of jeans and a sweatshirt wouldn't take more a couple of
minutes."
"It didn't, but I took a long soaking bath. You know how much I
like to do that. Anyway, what's the problem? We're just going
out for some Mexican food. There's no time table we have to
meet, is there?"
"No. I guess not."
"So, why so grouchy?"
"I was hoping you'd wear the new dress I bought you and put on
some makeup."
"How many times are we going to have this conversation, Paul? I
might wear that dress in the bedroom for you on vacation, but
that's it. I really don't want to discuss it again. Ok?"
I nodded my agreement. What else could I do?
All through dinner I alternated between looking at the women who
were dressed anything from attractively to sexy and watching my
wife to see if any of the men caught her eye. As usual, she gave
no indication that she was even aware of their presence. But
then, for the first time, I noticed something.
We were having dessert, sopapillas with sprinkled sugar and
honey, when I looked up to say comment on how good they were.
Amy had her head down apparently concentrating on the two
sopapillas on her plate, but I could see that her eyes were up
and looking off to the side. It was so unlike her, that I had to
restrain myself from looking in that direction immediately. I
knew if I did, she would move her eyes back to the dessert in
front of her.
Very slowly, without moving my head, I lifted my eyes and turned
them in the direction she was staring. At first, all I saw was a
group of the men from my department with their wives. Amy had
seen them all many times and never given any of them or their
wives a second glance, but now she was obviously very interested
in something or someone. I continued to keep my eyes on the
group while keeping my head down as if I were looking at the
sopapillas.
I was about to give up when I saw a very slight movement of
Amy's head in the direction of the group. It was as if she
couldn't get a good enough view with her head down so she turned
it ever so slightly. Once more, I moved my eyes in that
direction and this time I saw a man walking confidently toward
the large table where the rest of the group was seated. He was
obviously returning from the men's room, which was why I hadn't
seen him when I first looked in their direction.
As he approached the table, I could see my wife's eyes following
his every step. He had the body of a trained athlete, not
surprising since he had just graduated from college where he had
been the starting quarterback on the football team and the
shortstop on the baseball team. His movements were smooth, well
coordinated, confident, and purposeful. His strong jaw and
handsome face complemented his well-conditioned, 6' 2", 190 lb
body perfectly. Amy seemed mesmerized.
He wasn't with a woman, and I knew the reason why. Steve wasn't
married. We had just hired him the previous week, and this was
the first time Amy had seen him. She seemed unable to tear her
eyes away from him long enough to eat the sopapillas. I knew it
wasn't just the fact that he was handsome, sexy, virile-looking,
confident, etc. She had seen a lot of men like that and had
ignored them completely. But this man was one of my associates
whom she knew she would be seeing often at parties and socially.
The other difference was that fact that Steve was black.
The longer we sat there, the more enthralled my wife became with
Steve. She had forgotten that I was even at the table. After
five minutes or so, I saw my wife's mouth open slightly... a
moment later, I saw the tip of her tongue emerge and slowly move
over her top lip.
"Are you about finished? Was something wrong with your
sopapillas?" I asked.
"Oh... no. No. They're fine. I shouldn't have ordered them.
I didn't realize how full I was."
"I just noticed some of my colleagues and their wives come in.
They're over at that large table. Let's stop and say hello. Do
you mind?"
Most of the time, Amy had no interest in socializing with my
colleagues, but tonight she said, "Of course not! It would very
rude to ignore our friends. Let's go over."
I walked behind my wife as we approached their table. Even from
behind her, I could see that her eyes were locked on Steve. I
had no doubt that she was excited... maybe even wet. That
thought caused my cock to stiffen slightly. When we reached the
table, I greeted all of my friends.
"We just saw all of you come in. Wish we had known that you
planned to come here tonight. We could have arranged schedules
to join you. We just finished eating. All of you know my wife
Amy?"
"Everyone except Steve nodded and greeted her with a smile. She
had trouble even looking at them long enough to acknowledge their
greeting. As soon as she did so, her eyes were back on Steve who
was openly appraising her.
"I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting your wife, Paul.
In fact, I suspect you've been deliberately hiding her from me.
Can't say that I blame you."
"Oh. That's right. You haven't met Amy. Amy, this is our new
engineer, Steve Markham. He just joined the firm this last
week."
Steve's eyes were now taking in all of my wife's body. Even
though she wore jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, her large breasts
made sizable dents in the front of the shirt and the jeans molded
every curve of her thighs and ass. He took it all in, and I
could feel my wife's nervous motions against me. "Hello, Amy.
Every guy in the firm seems to have a gorgeous wife except me.
I'm delighted to meet you."
My wife's body actually trembled when she moved forward, her
hand extended, and said, "It's very nice meeting you as well."
She obviously expected Steve to shake her hand. He took one
look at her extended hand and grinned, "I only shake hands with
guys. I prefer to greet a woman with a kiss on the cheek. May
I?"
Amy couldn't turn her cheek fast enough as she stepped even
closer. Steve never even glanced at me when he planted a very
soft kiss on her cheek. It only lasted a few seconds, but I
still felt my wife's body shudder slightly. Glancing at her
cheek, I saw that it was wet where Steve had kissed her.
Obviously, he had caressed the cheek with his tongue when he had
kissed her.
We chatted for a few minutes about trivia. The entire time
neither Amy nor Steve spoke. Most of the time, their eyes were
locked... except when Steve would break eye contact to let his
eyes roam over my wife's thrusting breasts, her narrow waist, and
her thrusting, full ass. I couldn't see Amy's eyes from my
position, but I had the feeling that while Steve was examining
her breasts and ass, she was taking in his muscular, hard body
and the large bulge in his pants.
On the way home, I asked Amy if she had enjoyed the evening.
"Oh yes. It was a wonderful evening. I'm so glad we got to
meet everyone before we left."
"What do you think of our new engineer?"
"Who?"
"You know... Steve. The guy who kissed your cheek rather than
shake your hand."
"I hardly know him. If you hired him, he must be good though."
"Sort of forward though, don't you think? After all, kissing
you on the cheek couldn't have been something you would have
expected."
"It was just a peck. I thought it was sort of a nice gesture."
"He's incredibly handsome, don't you think?"
"I wouldn't go that far. He's nice looking."
I was smiling as I drove home. Out of the corner of my eye, I
could see my wife with her eyes closed, her tongue sliding
sensuously over her top lip. Before we were halfway home, I saw
her squeezing her thighs together.
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A Visit to the Office:
It is was less than three days later on Monday that my wife came
by my office during the day to see me... at least that was her
story. I was naturally somewhat suspicious as this was only the
third time in several years that she had come by my office.
Those suspicions were fueled by the fact that she was wearing an
outfit that I had never seen before, and one that was
considerably sexier than any she had ever been willing to wear
before.
I happened to be looking out of my office window when I saw
Amy's car pulling into the parking lot. At first, I thought it
had to be someone driving a similar model and color, but when the
driver emerged, I saw that it was indeed my wife, and she was
dressed hot. If I needed any evidence of that fact, it was
provided by the two men who passed just as she got out of the
car. They both stopped and stared at Amy's legs as she emerged.
After she had gotten out of the car, she posed beside the car
giving them both a big smile. Flustered, they hurried on their
way.
Knowing my wife was on her way to my office, I met her in the
lobby. "Hi. What in the world brings you here? Haven't seen
you in this office in over a year."
"I was just doing some shopping. How do you like my new
outfit?"
"I love it! You knew I would."
"I know," she grinned. "That's why I bought it. Just stopped
by to show it off to you and see if you wanted to go to lunch
with me."
"I'd love to take a gorgeous woman out to lunch. Come on in my
office. I have to finish up signing some requisitions and then
we'll be on our way."
Amy took a seat on the couch just in front of the outside window
of my office while I busied myself signing documents. Glancing
up, I saw that she had her knees pressed firmly together in what
would have been a modest posture except for the fact that her
shirt was short and exposed a long expanse of her legs, which she
had out to the side. Even with her knees pressed together, her
posture was still erotic enough that I felt my cock beginning to
get hard.
I was almost finished with the documents when Steve poked his
head in the door. "Hi, Amy," he said with smile that was mixture
of a grin and a leer.
"Hi, Steve. Nice seeing you again."
"Paul, could you look over these papers. I'm ordering some
equipment, and I'm not certain that I've got all the forms I
need, and I'm not sure that I filled every thing out correctly."
"Sure. No problem."
When Steve waited in my doorway with the papers extended, I got
up and walked over to where he was standing and began to examine
the forms.
The first couple of pages seemed to be fine. When I looked up
to tell him that, I noticed that his eyes were looking past me
toward my wife who was now seated behind me. After inspecting
the third page, I saw he was still staring in my wife's
direction.
I was tempted to turn and look myself, but that seemed just too
awkward. Then, I remembered the mirror perched on top of the
filing cabinet just to my right. I have it there to allow me to
comb my hair and fix my tie without going down to the men's room.
Fortunately, the angle of the mirror was perfect for me to see
my wife's reflection clearly.
I was no longer puzzled about why Steve seemed totally
uninterested in my assessment of the accuracy of his forms. In
fact, I rather suspected that he had known they were fine when he
came in. He had seen my wife when she entered our offices and
wanted a closer look. He was certainly getting a much better
look at her than he had probably anticipated when he came into my
office.
My wife was now sitting on the couch with her knees slightly
steepled and far apart. The position completely exposed the
entire plane of her pussy. Her black panties seemed to glisten
with her wetness. If that wasn't enough, she had her hands at
the bodice of her blouse pulling it open even further so that at
least the upper third of both of her big tits were exposed.
"I'm not sure this fourth page has all the necessary account
numbers correct. Sorry to keep you waiting, Steve. I just need
a little more time to check."
"No problem, Paul. That's why I came to see you. I wanted to
be certain that I didn't mess things up my second week on the
job. Take your time, I'm in no rush."
I was certain that he was in no rush the way my wife was showing
off her body for his benefit. In the mirror, I saw Amy pulling
her blouse down even further. Finally, I could see the tops of
her nipples beginning to peek over the top edge of her bra.
On impulse, I said, "Would you mind waiting a moment, Steve. I
need to check one of these account numbers with Martin. I think
he may have changed it last week. Just take a minute. Every
thing else is fine."
"Sure. Let�s make certain that I have it right."
Retreating to one of the desks in the outer office, I kept my
wife in my line of sight. If she had looked in my direction, she
would have seen me watching, but her full attention was riveted
on Steve.
With only a minute or so, she wasted no time. I watched,
entranced, as my wife quickly opened her blouse to expose her
black bra completely. She posed seductively like that for Steve.
With Steve facing away from me, all I could see was his arm
moving slowly. It was obvious that he was squeezing and stroking
his dick while watching my wife.
The sight of his big cock must have inflamed my wife still
further because a moment later, she pulled her bra down below her
tits and cupped them. Steve's arm moved even faster.
I thought the show must surely be over. I could walk in at any
time, but Amy wanted to show him even more. Leaving her tits
bare, she pulled up her short skirt and ran her hand between her
thighs over her panty-covered pussy. Steve's arm moved faster
still. I wondered if he had his cock out jacking off in my
office while my wife exposed herself like a brazen whore.
"Ah, here it is," I announced in a voice loud enough for them to
hear. Instantly, my wife dropped her skirt back in place, and
pulled up her bra to cover her tits. She had turned toward the
window when I reentered the room. I could see her arms moving
slightly as she rebuttoned her blouse.
"You had the account numbers right after all, Steve. I'm sorry
to have kept you waiting for so long. The forms are perfect."
"Thanks, Paul. It was good seeing you again, Amy. Hope I get
to see more of you."
As Steve returned to his own office, I was pretty sure I knew
exactly what else he hoped to see about my wife.
Almost an hour later, Amy and I were having lunch at a small
Italian restaurant we both liked. "Steve is really taken by
you," I commented as she ate her salad.
"Why do you say that?"
"I could tell by the way he looked at you."
"How was that?"
"Exactly the way a man looks at a woman he wants to fuck."
"Really? Are you just teasing me? Do you think that young man
really wants to make love to me?"
"I didn't say that. I said he wants to fuck you."
My wife blushed a deep red. "Well, I guess men are that way."
"Sort of rutting beasts, you mean?"
"Yes... sort of."
"How about you? Does he turn you on?"
"Of course not! That's absurd!"
"You're right. I'm sorry. There was no reason for me to say
that."
"I should think not!"
"Oh... by the way, don't forget we're hosting the fall party for
the division this coming weekend. Have you called the caterers?"
"I have. Every thing's taken care of."
"Great. Thanks. I won't worry about it then."
As Amy was just getting into her car to leave, she turned back
to me and asked, "Will everyone of the employees be attending the
party next weekend."
It wasn't necessary for me to ask if she had any particular
employee in mind. I just replied, "As far as I know. No one's
told me that aren't coming. Should I ask them to let you know if
they can't be there?"
"No... no, that's not necessary. I'm sure they'll all be
there."
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Interlude:
From time to time on Tuesday, I checked on Steve. Every time I
checked, I found him working in his office or somewhere within
the office complex. For lunch, he went out with two of the other
men and was back at his desk promptly at 1:10 PM. Obviously, he
hadn't met my wife during the day. Since I was with her in the
evening, I knew they had not been together.
On Wednesday, I went through the same routine, but this time
with different results. Slightly before 10 AM, I saw Steve
leaving the office complex. It could be nothing or it could be
something. I had checked the location of his car before coming
in to work that morning and had parked mine is discreet distance
away.
On my way out, I told my secretary I had a meeting would be gone
until later in the day. She nodded and made a note. As
Director, I'm often out of the office so my action set off no
alarm bells. Once out the door, I quickly took the executive
elevator which allowed me to reach my car before Steve reached
his.
When his car left the parking lot, I was about a half block
behind. I briefly wondered if they planned a rendezvous at my
house, but then realized that would be too risky. The neighbors
might notice Steve's car or see him. My analysis proved to be
correct when I saw his car entering the parking lot of a Holiday
Inn near the freeway.
I stayed in my car watching as Steve parked near the back of the
units. Since the Inn was laid out more in the style of a motel
than a hotel, they could get to their room without going through
the lobby and risk being seen by someone who knew one of them.
Steve walked quickly to one of the rooms on the ground floor near
the back and knocked twice. A moment later, the door opened and
he vanished from sight. I checked my watch. It was 10:14 AM.
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As I expected after the erotic show I had put on for him in my
husband's office on Monday, my phone rang shortly after Paul had
arrived for work Tuesday morning. That's exactly when I expected
it as I knew Steve would want to be certain that I was alone
before he called.
"Hello," I said when I had picked up the receiver.
"I'm sure you know who this is."
"Of course I know. How are you this morning, Steve?"
"Hard, but you knew that."
"I wasn't sure, but I had hoped so."
"You're a hot, cockteasing, Bitch, Amy."
"I guess I am, but it's your fault. I got wet as soon as I saw
you Saturday night in the restaurant."
"Do you do more than just get men hard?"
"I never have before."
"And now?"
"Now, I'm hotter than I've ever been."
"Why?"
"You know why."
"I do, but I want to hear you say it."
"You're the hottest, sexiest man I think I've ever seen. For
years, every time my husband has fucked me, I've fantasized about
it being a powerful, black stud. But you're even more erotic and
handsome than my fantasy men."
"Have you had black cock before?"
"No... never."
"That situation is going to change very soon. I'm going to fuck
you... you know that, don't you?"
"Yes. I hope so. When will you fuck me?"
"Whenever I feel like it. The first time will be tomorrow
morning. I have reserved a room at the Holiday Inn on Maryfield
Avenue just off the freeway. It's Room 162, ground floor, toward
the back. Get the key at the front desk. Be in the room and
ready by 9:45 AM. I'll arrive shortly after that and knock
exactly twice. Be ready... understand?"
"Yes."
"I don't wear condoms... ever!"
"I'm on the pill. That won't be a problem."
"I may take you off the pill later on. I enjoy fucking
unprotected, married cunt."
"Ooohh god."
"You're hot and wet right now, aren't you?"
"Oh yes," I hissed in a hot whisper.
"Are your fingers in your cunt?"
"Yessss... deep."
"How many?"
"Three fingers in and my thumb on my clitoris."
"My cock is much bigger than three of your fingers."
"Aaahhhh... I'm about to cum just thinking about it."
"Hot cunted bitch!"
"OOoohhhh... "
"Be certain your ass is cleaned and lubed tomorrow morning."
"AAaahhhhh aaahhhh oohhhh!"
"Did you cum, Slut?"
"Almost there... ooohhh god... so wet... sooo hot."
"STOP! NOW!"
"What? But I'm right on the verge... my clit is throbbing so
hard."
"If you cum now, I won't fuck you tomorrow morning. I want you
climbing the walls when I take you in the morning. Take your
hand out of your cunt, Amy. Do not allow Paul to fuck you
tonight."
"Paul's at work. Come to the house... Please. Fuck me now.
And in the morning. I need it. Please!"
"In the morning... Room 162. Tits and cunt out and ready."
The phone went dead leaving me with a wildly throbbing pussy and
clit. I knew by tomorrow morning, I would be a shuddering mass
of female lust.
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As soon as I heard the two knocks on the door, I rushed to open
it being careful to stand to the side so I could not be seen by
anyone outside. As Steve had ordered me to be naked except for
my heels, I really didn't want anyone seeing me... other than
him, of course.
As soon as he had closed the door, I was standing beside the
bed, hands my hips, posing like a hot whore. "Is this the way
you wanted to see me, Steve?"
"Not really. You're naked except for your heels, as I told you
to be, but the way I want to see you is on the bed with your legs
wide open. Lie down on your stomach and spread... wide open and
arch your ass so I can see that hot, white cunt."
I scrambled onto the bed on my stomach and opened my legs as
wide as I could spread them. The position made it difficult to
arch my ass, but I got it as high as I could and held it there.
"What a hot, sexy cunt you've got, Baby. Did you make it cum
yesterday?"
"No... I didn't. I wanted to... oh god, I wanted to. My pussy
has been soaked ever since. I was afraid my husband would smell
my pussy and fuck me when you told me not to, so I stayed as far
away from him as possible and kept my legs closed. Please,
Steve, make me cum!"
I love hearing married white sluts begging for it... you are
begging me to fuck you, aren't you?"
"OOohhh yesss... please... fuck me. Hard... Deep. Really give
it to me!"
"Have you cleaned and lubed your asshole, Bitch?"
"Oh yesss... I almost came when I did it this morning."
"Turn over on your back. Raise your legs and show me your ass
hole, Slut."
I flipped over and pulled both of my legs back almost against my
tits totally exposing the puckered bud of ass hole. "Can you see
it now, Lover. It's clean and ready for you, Darling."
"Finger fuck your ass now, Amy. Pump it but don't cum."
I began thrusting my fingers in and out of my ass as I watched
Steve strip. God... he looked like a devilish Adonis...
powerful, rippling muscles, a closely cropped dark black beard,
but most of all, a hugely long and thick cock. I couldn't tear
my eyes off of his pulsing shaft. It sent shivers up and down my
spine just to look at it... fearsome, thick, throbbing, a strand
of precum already swinging from its big head.
"OOOHHHH GOD! WHAT A COCK!" I hissed in an awed voice.
It's your lucky day, Bitch. You get a choice. Do you want to
suck or be sucked first?"
"I'm so close to cumming, please suck me first and make me cum.
Then I'll be able to concentrate fully on really sucking your
gorgeous cock, Darling."
Now naked, Steve moved onto the bed. His powerful arms forced
both of my legs up high in the air and spread me. His head moved
between my gaping thighs. I couldn't keep my hips still the
anticipation was so great.
"Please... suck me. I'll cum as soon as you start... oh
please... I can't wait any longer... SUCK ME!"
Suddenly, I felt his thick, long tongue slide up the entire
length of my sex trench pushing into my cunt hole as it moved
upward.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHH... UUNNGGHHHHHHH!" came the uncontrollable scream
from my lungs.
Then his tongue reached my swollen, fully erect, and throbbing
clitoris. He circled it with the tip of his tongue. It
contracted as I screamed in helpless passion. Then, I felt him
flicking his tongue up and down the full length of my clit. It
danced wildly under his tongue as I screeched and howled, totally
unable to control myself.
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I waited maybe 10 to 15 minutes before my curiosity got the best
of me. I knew they would have the drapes completely closed so
that there would be no possibility of my seeing anything, but I
thought I might be able to hear something if I pressed my ear to
the door. Even though I knew it was risky as someone might see
me, I couldn't resist.
Getting out of my car, I moved to the walkway in front of the
units and started down the row to the last unit on the end... the
one Steve had entered a short time before. I couldn't believe
it! I was still two doors away from Room 162 when I heard the
wild cries of a woman either about to cum or already in the
throes of orgasm.
The cries were long, drawn out moans of sheer ecstasy...
"Aaahhhhhhhhhh... uunngghhhhhhh" in the high pitched voice of a
female either cumming or about to.
When I was one door away, the shrieks grew even louder. If
anyone was in the adjoining room, they would have had no problem
listening to the cries of woman being fucked or sucked.
"aaahhh suck me, Steve... suck meeeeeeeee... I'm cumming... I'm
cumming... oh fucking shit... I'm cumming... cumming... lick
meeeeeeeee.... cumming... you're making me cum!"
I was now standing right outside the door listening to my wife
wailing in orgasm under Steve's tongue. Obviously, he hadn't
stopped when he had made my wife cum because she continued to
moan and howl. I could even hear the bed springs squeaking
although Steve apparently not yet begun fucking my wife. Amy
must be thrusting her ass up and down in a frenzy as Steve's
tongue slashed over her erupting clitoris again and again. My
own cock was hard as stone. I could just imagine how steel hard
she must have Steve.
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"Ah God... Ah God... Ah God... Ah God... Ah God... stop...
stop... you're killing me. Stop... please stop. I've already
cum five times. Let me rest, Honey."
"Not yet, you hot fuck slut. Roll over and straddle my face.
Mash that white cunt down onto my mouth."
"Oh my god... oh my god... uunngghhhhhhhhh... ooouuuuuu," I
groaned in helpless rapture as Steve's tongue lashed over my
spastically contracting clit again and again.
"Ah God... Ah God... Ah God... shit... shit.... cummingg....
uunnghhhh... gghhhaaaaaaaaa!" My juices poured out of my
convulsing cunt drenching Steve's face and the bed covers.
"Oh Baby. I love a hot cunted bitch like you who squirts when
she cums hard. FUCKING A!"
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I was squeezing my cock inside my pants... sliding my hand up
and down the shaft. My wife had never, ever squirted for me. I
knew I had to stop. A few more strokes and I would shoot off in
my pants.
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"Your turn, Amy. Suck my big black cock, Slut. Get it hard as
steel for your married fuck holes, Baby."
As Steve fell back onto the bed, I moved over his thighs and
stared at his huge organ. It was awesome. I didn't even have to
hold it... it was standing straight up like a thick, round steel
bar. As soon as I pushed the head into my mouth, deep, masculine
grunts of pleasure filled the room.
"That's the way, Amy. Suck it. Deep. Take all of it."
I didn't think I could possibly do what Steve was ordering me to
do. It had to be over 8 inches and impossibly thick. On the few
occasions I had sucked my husband's 7 inch dick, I hadn't taken
it into my throat. But I had no doubt that I was going to have
to take this cock... one way or another.
After five inches were inside my mouth, I could feel the big
head pressing against my throat. He pushed forward causing me to
gag. I coughed hard while Steve waited. As soon as my gagging
had stopped, he pushed his rod back inside my mouth, once more
driving the cock into my throat. Again I gagged. This was
repeated several times, each time I gagged.
"Open your mouth wider, Amy. Relax your throat... Why hasn't
some guy taught you to suck before?"
"My husband doesn't make me suck all of his cock and I haven't
had any other men since I got married."
"Jezz... it's way past time you learned to suck a man properly.
Lie down with your head over the edge of the bed. Tilt your head
back. Yeah... like that. Now, I'm going to put my cock into
your throat... rub your clit while you take it."
With my head tilted backwards, my mouth and throat were aligned
making it much easier for Steve to push his big rod straight down
my throat. Still, at first, I gagged. But the second time, the
cock slid into my throat without gagging. Once the head was in
my throat, the rest was easy. I took Steve's entire shaft to his
balls.
With his big cock throbbing in my throat, my fingers quickly
made my pussy explode in another orgasm. When Steve realized I
was cumming, he began to fuck my mouth like it was a cunt. After
my orgasm ebbed, he pulled me to my feet, stood in front of me,
and said, "Now, suck all of my dick in this position, Amy. You
know how to do it... suck cock, Baby... suck all my cock."
He held the back of my head and began to feed me his dick. It
went in and in... deeper and deeper until his balls slapped
against my chin and the entire 8 or 9 inches of cock were in my
mouth and throat.
"That's the way, Slut. I knew you'd be a great cock sucker.
Now, take all of it. Make me shoot a load into your belly, Baby.
SUCK COCK, BITCH!"
"Here it cums, Slut! Take my load... pumping it in," he
screamed as his rod swelled, jerked, and shot gush after gush of
cream into my mouth and down my throat.
When the last of his load was either in my stomach or running
down my chin onto my tits, Steve pulled his cock out of my mouth
and collapsed onto the bed beside me. We lay like that for 10
minutes or so until I simply couldn't wait any longer for him to
start fucking me.
After pumping that huge load into my belly, Steve's cock was
only semi-hard. When he put it in me, I wanted it hard as iron.
I didn't think that would be a problem. Once more, I rolled over
on top of her body and hefted his large organ in my hand. I
began to jerk and throb as soon as I started running my hand up
and down the wet shaft.
Standing up in front of me, Steve growled, "MMMmmmm... get it
hard again, Amy. Make it big and hard for your eager cunt,
Baby."
Kneeling in front of him, I opened my mouth and he thrust his
rod inside. I sucked him in all the way and began pumping my
lips up and down his rapidly hardening shaft. It only took a
minute or so before his cock was rigid with lust, and this time I
knew he was going to satisfy that lust inside my eager cunt.
He didn't make me wait. As soon as he pulled his jerking rod
out of my mouth, I felt myself being pushed back onto the bed.
The hot stud shoved my legs wide apart, thrust his hips into my
sex saddle forcing me to spread even wider, and then drove his
rigid phallus deep inside my gushing pussy.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHH.... YESSSSSSSSSSS.... STICK IT INNNNNNNNNNNN....
OOOHHHHH GOD... BIG HARD COCK IN MEEEEEEEE.... FUCK ME, STEVE.
FUCK ME MY HOT CUNT, STUD!"
Again and again, I felt that huge dick pounding into my cervix,
stretching me wide open every time it plunged into me. Steve's
large hands were beneath my ass pulling me upward and keeping my
cunt in fucking position. Grunts and wails came from my mouth
each time the big rod reamed me out.
"Oh god, Yes. Fuck me, Steve. I'm about to cum again.
AAAaahhhhhhh!"
"Take it you hot bitch. Take my cock, Baby. Gonna shoot in
you. Pump your married fuck hole full of my hot load."
"Spread wide open, Slut! Get ready. I'M CUMMINGGG.... FUCKING
CUMMING IN YOU!"
===========================
Black Cock Addicted Wife
That was the start. I stayed at the Holiday Inn listening at
the door several times until I couldn't stand it any longer. I
knew if I continued to listen, I would cum inside my pants, and
that was just too humiliating to stand.
Steve got back from "lunch" at 1:15 PM, which was sooner than I
had expected him. Around 4 PM, I saw him leaving the office. I
wondered if my wife had so exhausted him that he was too tired to
continue working. I also wondered if it was something else. I
left the office at 4:20, a full hour before my normal quitting
time.
When I arrived home, I saw Steve's car in the parking area of a
city park that was about two blocks from our house. I was
certain that he hadn't stopped at the park to climb around on the
jungle jim. I was equally certain that he was climbing around on
my wife. It was slightly past 5 PM when I saw Steve leaving my
house and walking to his car.
On Thursday, Steve once again drove to my house and probably ate
lunch between my wife's thighs. He didn't leave until 1:30 PM.
However, he stayed at work until after I left at 5:30 PM. I was
somewhat surprised he hadn't screwed Amy again that afternoon.
I understood better later that night as Amy and I were eating
dinner.
"Paul, Mary asked me if I would like to go to her book club
tonight... just to see what's it's like. She been trying to get
me to join. Would you mind? I should be home by 11 PM or maybe
earlier."
"Why should I mind? I've been urging you to take up some
hobbies that you might enjoy."
"I know. I've decided to take your advice if you still feel
that way. Some of the women have a "movie club". They all pick
out one of the better new movies and go once a week. After the
movie is over, they all have a late dinner together and discuss
the movie. Would you be Ok with that?"
"Sure, but you have to tell me which movies are worth seeing and
which ones are not."
"Ok. It's a deal. You will let me know if you think I'm going
out to much?"
"Absolutely, but it won't be a problem."
At 7:45 that evening, Amy gave me a brief kiss and hurried out
to her car so she wouldn't be late for her "book club" date.
On Friday, Steve surprised me by putting in a full day. He even
skipped lunch and worked straight through. His report, which was
due on Monday, was on my desk late that afternoon. Looking
through it, I saw that it was a first-rate job.
After dinner, Amy told me she had to go to the mall and pick up
some things for the party. "Do you need my help? It's not a
problem. Would be glad to help anyway I can."
"I can handle it, Darling. But thank you for asking."
This time, I followed my wife's car. Since I had shown no
suspicions, it never occurred to Amy that I might be following
her. She did drive to the mall, but after parking her car, she
walked quickly to a parked Honda that I easily recognized as
belonging to Steve Markham.
Through the back window, I could see my wife scooting over close
to the driver who kissed her hard and long before starting the
car. As the car was leaving the lot with me close behind, I saw
my wife's head disappear below the seat. I hoped she didn't
cause Steve to have a wreck.
I followed Steve's car to a nearby lake and watched from a
distance as he brought the car to a stop inside a grove of trees.
By the time, I had gotten out of my car and walked to within 15
feet, the Honda was bouncing and swaying on its shocks. When I
had gotten my full night vision, I could easily see my wife's
legs sticking up in the air in the back seat. Her heels were
jerking back and forth as Steve fucked her.
The lighting from the full moon and a couple of park lights 100
or feet away illuminated the interior of the car but not the
shadows where I was standing. I moved closer. I could hear my
wife's voice:
"Oohhhh... harder... shit, that's good. fuck me, Darling. Hold
my ass and fuck it to me, Lover."
I could even hear the springs of the back seat squeaking every
time Steve's hips drove his big cock deep into my wife's cunt.
His voice was a deep growl.
"Hot cunt bitch. Pull your legs back further so I can fuck that
hot pussy deeper."
Then a moment later, a higher pitched, female voice: "I'm
cumming... ooohhhhh cumming... aaahhhhhhhh."
I moved as close to window as I dared. Steve was on top of my
wife. She had her knees pulled so far back they were just
outside of her tits. Her ankles rested on Steve's shoulders, and
her feet were jerking back and forth above the back of his head.
I couldn't see the connection between my wife's cunt hole and
Steve's cock, but even through the closed windows, I could hear
the wet sounds every time the thick piston churned down into my
Amy's sex cylinder. But most of all I could hear Steve's deep
grunts and Amy's shrill cries of hot pleasure.
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Company Party:
As I expected, Amy bought a new outfit for the party. When she
came out of our bedroom Saturday afternoon, she was wearing a
black V-neck top that showed not just a lot of cleavage, but also
the inner portions of her tits. Her short light-blue skirt was
complemented by a blue bra that I could see peeking up at the
bottom of the V-neck. She was also wearing stockings and heels,
something I hadn't seen her wearing for months. I was very well
aware that this gorgeous display of feminine charms was not for
my benefit.
Our guests began to arrive around 8 PM. I greeted them all
cordially and showed them the game room, basement dancing area,
the pool and bath houses where we had extra suits for anyone
desiring to swim, and finally the dining room with the buffet and
open bar.
When Steve Markham arrived, I shook hands with him and then
retired to the wings, so to speak. However, I kept a careful eye
on him from the shadows. I was certain it was just a matter of
time.
The "time", however, seemed to be a long time in coming.
Finally, it occurred to me that that either Amy or Steve or both
thought it was too risky with me here. But then, I thought, if I
were here, but not here, that might be different.
I started asking the caterer to prepare one drink after another
for me, far more than my usual quota. The more I drank, the
drunker I got. Finally, Amy came up and whispered, "What are you
doing, Paul. You're getting so drunk you won't be able to stand
up."
"Wat's the diff. It's a party, Amy... no work tomorrow. Have a
drink with me... com on... have one." I half staggered into the
dining room and got another bourbon on the rocks. I noticed my
wife and Steve looking at each other. The both obviously had the
same idea.
What no one, except me, knew was that most of the bourbon was
going into the sink on my frequent trips to the bathroom. What
didn't go into the sink, went into one of the flower vases around
the room or onto the ground when I wandered in and out of the
patio. When I "collapsed" in a drunken stupor on one of the
couches in the game room around 11:30 PM, I had probably actually
drunk no more than two ounces of bourbon.
The party gradually drew to a close around midnight, and Amy had
to make her apologies for her unconscious husband. All my
coworkers thought it was funny as they had never seen me drunk
before. No doubt, I would be in for some teasing on Monday.
When the last guest had departed, I still lay unconscious on the
couch in the den. "Shall I carry him up to bed?" I heard Steve
ask.
"Why? That couch is perfectly comfortable," my wife replied.
"I know. I was just wondering just how completely out of it he
is."
"He's out for count, Honey. I saw him take at least ten drinks,
and he must have had more. He never takes more than two. But go
ahead. Shake him. See if you can wake him up."
When Steve took my shoulders and shook them saying, "Come on,
Paul. Let me help you get to bed before I leave. It's not going
to be very comfortable for you on this couch all night long," I
remained totally limp. He shook me harder, but all I did was
emit a low groan and roll over onto my side when he released me.
"You're right. He out of it for the night. An atom bomb
wouldn't wake him."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Lover," my wife cooed.
"I've been thinking that all night. I've been hard ever since
the last guest left."
"And what's gotten you hard, Baby?"
"That hot outfit you're wearing for one thing... and what's
underneath it for another."
They were so engrossed in one another, I risked opening one eye
into a narrow slit. Amy was leaning against the desk. She had
pulled her skirt up to the tops of her stockings. "Are you
telling me that my legs are getting that big fuck stick of yours
hard, Lover?"
"Hot Bitch! Come on. Pull it higher and spread your legs.
Show me your panties, if you're wearing any."
"Of course I'm wearing panties, Steve. Do you think I'm a
slut?"
"You're a hot slutty bitch who fucks around on her husband. Now
spread and show me your panties... or your cunt, whichever."
"This what you want to see, Honey?"
My wife had lifted her skirt all the way up to her hips and
opened her legs to allow Steve to see her thin blue panties.
"Yeah... that and more. Take out your tits."
"Let's go to the bedroom."
"Later. Your tits come out first. Hurry it up, Slut. Tits
out!"
Through my slitted eyes, I saw Amy unbutton her blouse and
spread it wide. After unhooking her bra, she pulled it down
below her big tits and cupped them... holding them out almost
like an offering to Steve. "Like them?"
"Hell yes! You have the hottest, biggest tits of any woman I've
ever fucked."
"Can we go to the bedroom now? I'm really hot. I need your
cock up my cunt, Lover."
"Show me your cunt before we go."
"Sexy bastard!"
"Your cunt, Bitch. Show the cunt."
I watched as my darling wife pulled her panties aside with her
fingers and then used the same fingers to pry open her labia so
Steve could see deep inside her wet vagina. "I want your cock up
my fuck hole. Please. Take me to the bedroom and give it to
me."
I noticed a leer come over Steve face. I knew what was coming
before Amy did.
"I'm going to give it to you, Amy, but not in the bedroom... at
least not until later. I want to fuck you in the same room as
your husband... right here. While the poor bastard is dead drunk
and unconscious, I'm going to pork his slutty wife. Let's start
by you showing your husband how well you can suck cock now."
"No. Take me to the bedroom. Please."
Steve removed his belt from his pants, doubled it, and slapped
the palm of his hand with it. The doubled belt gave a sharp
crack when it hit his palm. "Get over here and suck my cock,
Bitch, or we'll see how long I have to whip you with this belt to
make you cum."
I thought for a moment that I was going to have to forego the
charade and stop this. I had no intention of allowing my wife to
be whipped. But then, at the last moment, I saw Amy's body
shuddering. She was about to cum. Obviously, this was a game
they played that she got off on. He had probably whipped her ass
lightly during sex numerous times as a form of erotic play. I
wondered why I had never thought to do that. I logged the
information away for future use.
Steve was still swinging the belt when my wife was opening his
pants and pushing him into the chair that was right in front of
the couch on which I was lying. She was going to suck his cock
less than 10 feet from me.
When she got Steve's pants open, she extracted his rigid black
sex spike and held it right in front of her face, her eyes almost
glazed over with hot desire as she stared at the huge pussy
stretcher. It was all I could manage to keep from gasping in
shock myself. It was easily the biggest dick I had ever seen...
at least a full inch or inch and a half longer than mine and much
thicker. I couldn't imagine how my wife could possibly suck it.
"Sit down, you hot Stud. Let your slut pleasure this big
thing."
Leaning over, my wife engulfed the first five inches of the huge
cock in one motion... it seemed impossible but as I watched, even
more of the thick shaft sank out of sight into my wife's mouth.
She paused when the head was pressing against her throat,
adjusted her position, and pushed her mouth the rest of the way
down the cock until her lips were pressed into Steve's kinky
pubic hair. My cocksucking wife was deep throating over 8 inches
of cock!?
Once she had taken Steve's entire shaft, she began to freely
thrust her head up and down its full length without the slightest
pause or gagging.
"Oh yeah... what a cock sucking slut you are, Amy. Suck it
hard."
After several minutes of deep throating the thick organ, Steve
pulled her head off his rod and lifted my wife to her feet.
I heard him ordering her to bend over the arm at the end of the
couch on which I was "unconscious".
I could see Amy trembling from a mixture of excitement and fear
that I might "wake up" and find her being screwed right beside
me. In spite of her fear, her desire for Steve's cock won out.
She bent over the couch arm and thrust her ass high in the air.
I had to keep my eyes closed as they were too close for me to
risk opening them. I felt my wife's big tits mashed into my
legs. Then I heard her:
"UUGGHHH... aaaahhhhhhh.... yesssss... Like that... just LIKE
THAT!"
From the back and forth motions of her body against mine, it was
obvious that Steve was fucking her hard.
"Oh Baby... you should see how much my black cock is stretching
your white pussy! It's just one big fuck hole now... you won't
even be able to feel hubby. Take it, Slut!"
It only took a few minutes of frantic, hard fucking before my
wife cried out that she was there... that she was cumming. Her
body was jarred even harder as Steve rammed her like a wild bull.
When his load began spewing into my wife's cunt, he grunted the
way men always grunt when shooting cum into a woman.
After he had unloaded in her, Steve dismounted and led my wife
into the master bedroom. He was considerate enough to remove my
shoes and cover me up with a blanket before taking my wife away
to use her for most of the rest of the night.
I tried to go to sleep, but my wife's continued to wail and
scream as she took Steve's black cock in all her holes again and
again. Finally, I just had to risk seeing what was happening in
the master bedroom.
Exiting through the patio door, I made my way around to the back
of the house and the patio just outside the sliding glass door of
the master bedroom. I knew that unless you're careful, the
drapes on the patio door don't close completely. Over the years,
I had gotten off many times imagining that someone was outside
watching as I fucked Amy.
Of course, they had been in too much of a hurry to worry about
pulling the drapes completely closed. As a result, I had a good
view of the bedroom. When I looked in, Steve had Amy bent over
the bed as he nailed his cock in and out of her now
widely-stretched ass hole. His cock was pumping in and out with
no apparent difficulty and from the wild howls of pleasure coming
from my wife, she was loving every thrust.
She came at least once before Steve pulled her onto the bed on
her back. He moved to fuck her side saddle by hooking his arm
under her left leg and hoisting it high in the air as his hands
captured both of her tits. She adjusted his cock head at the
opening to her ass, and he easily sank it all the way into his
balls as my wife hissed with hot pleasure. For the next 10
minutes, he plowed Amy's ass with hard, deep strokes getting her
off twice before I saw the thick, white cum being churned out of
her asshole as he continue to pump her while he was ejaculating.
====================================
Darlene:
As soon as I arrived at my office on Monday morning, I locked
the door and dialed the private number I kept on a card in my
wallet. The soft voice of a woman answered on the second ring.
"Hi, Darling. I've been hoping I would hear from you this
morning. Is every thing working out?"
"Better than we had ever hoped. Amy is making up all sorts of
excuses to get away in the evening. She told me that she's
joined the Book Club. Isn't that a hoot! Can you imagine my
wife reading documentaries and historical novels?"
"That is funny. What did you say?"
"Why I told her that I thought it was a great idea and that I
was certain she would enjoy it immensely. She's also told me
that she's joined the Movie Club... that's a group of women who
see a movie once a week and then meet to discuss its inner
meaning and significance."
"Do you think she'll ever actually go?"
"Hardly. She's also signed up... so she says... for volunteer
work at the hospital and Girl Scouts. The Girl Scouts require a
weekend at camp once a month."
"What else?"
"There are several other things... bottom line is that she's
arranged to have an excuse to be out in the evening three or four
nights a week and one weekend a month. So she can't very well
object if I join a few things that require me to be out one or
two nights a week. Taken together, we'll have almost every
evening available."
"Fantastic! I can't wait. But what happens when Steve gets
tired of fucking her? You know he will... guys like that always
do."
"It won't matter. Now that I know that her secret fantasy is
big black cock, I'll be arranging to hire a never-ending supply
for her with my firm. She doesn't care who the guy is as long as
he comes equipped with a thick, long black dick."
"I'm afraid your wife is not very bright, Darling. Oh well...
I'm certainly not going to complain. Her loss is my gain. When
am I going to see you?"
"Tonight. Isn't Fred out of town on business?"
"Of course he is. Business and his mistress. And Amy?"
"Amy has her exercise class tonight."
"Exercise class?"
"Yeah. Her black stud exercises her cunt with his black
schlong."
I heard soft laughter over the phone followed by, "I prefer my
men to have more class... more sophistication... more savoir
faire. Of course, I do like your hard, seven-and-a- half-inch
pussy pleaser too, Honey."
"I have a reservation at the Hilton... Room 816. 7:00 PM ok for
you?"
"Wonderful. I'll be waiting for you in the room. I suggest you
be ready, Stud."
"I always am... for you."
"I know... oh fuck... do I ever know it."
-----------------------
At 7-sharp, I knocked on the door to room 816.
"If you're hard and ready, come in... if not, come back later,"
came the soft feminine voice from within the room.
As I was already rigid with anticipation, I swiped my card in
the door opener and entered. She was waiting for me on the couch
with her mini-skirt already up to her waist, her bra pulled down
below her huge, 38DD tits, a pair of slutty heels, and her
luscious thighs wide open. She was slowly fucking her wet cunt
with small pen while her fingers strummed her very erect clit.
"Oh Baby! I hope you're hard and ready because my pussy is a
swamp for your cock."
Darlene continued to rub her engorged and throbbing clit while I
stripped. In one smooth motion, I picked her up and deposited
her on her back on the table. She steepled her knees as I pulled
her ass to the edge. Her cunt was wide open and ready. All I
had to do was snap my hips forward and drive my cock into her
waiting hole.
"UUUMMMPPFFFFF.... AAHHHH... That's what I love, Stud. Fuck
that thing into me, Paul. Cunt fuck me!"
"Faster, Lover... faster! I'm ready... ohhhh god... am I ever
ready... Pump the prick to me, Paul. Make me cum!"
I hammered my length in and out of her squishing hole. It only
took a dozen strokes and her juices gushed out drenching my cock,
my thighs, and table top.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHH.... CUMMINGGGG.... OOHHHHH I'M CUMMING!" she
howled as her vagina went into hard, spastic contractions.
Darlene continued to throb for over a minute. When I felt her
pussy beginning to ease its grip on my cock, I slowly slid out of
her causing her moan from the friction. A moment later, I was
kneeling and running my tongue up and down her gaping sex slit
and over her hard, erect clit.
"Oh Paul... suck meeeeeee.... aaahhh...aaahhh... ooohhh fuck...
on my clit... please, Baby.... on my clit! Do it to meeeee, you
hot tongue master."
I sucked her erupting clit hard causing it to extend and pulse.
Darlene hole whooshed air as her pussy erupted again. Trapping
her dancing clit inside my mouth, I licked up and down the shaft
and over its sensitive tip. Darlene's hips snapped up a foot off
the table top where they humped and hunched. I felt her clitoris
throbbing in another orgasm. Darlene couldn't stop gasping.
Standing up, I aligned my cock with her asshole and shoved the
head hard against her opening.
"UGH! UGH! ooohhh... yesss... ass fuck into meeeeeeeeee...
UUGGHHHH!!"
She relaxed her sphincter allowing my shaft to sink all the way
into her to my balls. Leaning over her, I captured both of her
heaving tits in my hands as my hips drove the cock back and forth
in her convulsing asshole. She came again.
I pulled her off the table and thrust my throbbing organ against
her mouth. "Suck me. Suck all of it, Honey. Make me shoot the
load down your throat." In one smooth motion, she deep throated
my cock. When her lips were around the very base of my prick,
she began to pump her mouth up and down the shaft until she had
me grunting.
"Can't hold it.... can't... gonna shoot.... aaaahhhhhhh....
HERE IT CUMS!"
I could see Darlene's throat working rapidly as she swallowed
every drop. After resting, I called down and ordered dinner to
be brought to our room. As soon as I put the phone down, she was
sucking my cock again. It didn't take her long to get me hard as
stone.
"Mmmmmm... this big thing looks ready to pleasure my cunt,
Honey. Wanna pleasure me?"
"What about room service? They'll be here soon?"
"I guess you'll just have to fuck me hard and fast so I get off
before they arrive. Come on, Stud. Give it to me!" She got on
her knees and bent over the end of the bed. A moment later I
nailed my cock into her waiting cunt. She wailed continuously as
I pumped her. She was cumming when the food arrived.
We made the bellhop wait until the spasms rippling through her
pussy had ebbed before she put on a short robe and opened the
door for the young man. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her
half exposed tits as he brought the food into our room. The robe
covered less than half her thighs, and he could see the semen
running down her legs.
It was almost 11 PM before we were both too exhausted to
continue. "I loved this," I gasped to Darlene, my cock still
twitching from just having pumped another load into her hot
vagina. "Having plenty of time to enjoy each other is
fantastic."
"It is. Do you think we'll be able to get away like this a
lot?"
"Well, your husband is gone over half the time, and Amy is wild
to spread for black guys, so I don't see why not. Amy has her
movie night on Friday. Wanna fuck again on Friday, Honey?"
"I'd love to. I thought you'd never ask,"
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